I danced all WEEKEND! F U N !
But my mind is working…….
The moment I see a mystery….I WANT TO SOLVE IT!
JOHN MCAFEE WAS REPORTED DEAD….A’LA’ JEFFREY EPSTEIN…..I AM NOT SO SURE…..
JOHN MCAFEE THINKS HE IS AN INTERESTING CAT, but yet, HE PLAYS A CRAZY MAKING GAME OF ILLUSION…..that I FIND ANNOYING.
I have seen this CRAZY MAKING before in my ex abusive husband RICHARD ZONA JR.
AS if he is smarter than the rest of us with ALL HIS ILLUSIONS AND DECEPTIONS…..AND CRAZYMAKING!
I find THOSE TYPES ARE NO SMARTER THAN ANYONE ELSE….. NOT AT ALL!
And usually HIDING WHAT THEY DO NOT WANT US TO KNOW….WITH THE CRAZY!
HIS SOUL IS DARK…..CREEPY…… AND AN OVER ABUNDANCE OF ILLUSION AND DECEIT…..FOR WHAT?
GEEZ IT IS SO A’LA EPSTEIN…..maybe he is JUST ANOTHER, EPSTEIN….. IN BELIZE….IN CENTRAL AMERICA?
Maybe he is just the NEXT ARREST…..BOOM!? BETCHA!!!! NEXT!!!!
JUST WHAT THE HECK WAS JOHN MCAFEE DOING DOWN THERE IN BELIZE? LOTS OF GUNS, GUNS, GUNS, AND YOUNG GIRLS…….
GOSH..REMEMBER MY BLOG ON HUGH HEFNER…..MAYBE HE WAS JUST THE HUGH HEFNER OF CENTRAL AMERICA….
DEFINATELY, NOT A LIGHT, GOOD, HAPPY, MAN……
I’d say, mystery SOLVED…..JUST ANOTHER DELUSIONAL DARK PIMP, HUMAN SCUMBAG!!!
~ While there is no concrete evidence yet to suggest any direct connection between McAfee and Epstein, his old tweet has sparked conspiracy theories. Despite Spanish police officials ruling out foul play in his suicidal death, people are speculating circumstances in alignment with the theory that Epstein did not kill himself. ~
~ John McAfee Fled to Belize, But He Couldn’t Escape Himself
Twelve weeks before the murder, of his neighbor, John McAfee flicks open the cylinder of his Smith & Wesson revolver and empties the bullets, letting them clatter onto the table between us. A few tumble to the floor. McAfee is 66, lean and fit, with veins bulging out of his forearms. His hair is bleached blond in patches, like a cheetah, and tattoos wrap around his arms and shoulders.
More than 25 years ago, he formed McAfee Associates, a maker of antivirus software that went on to become immensely popular and was acquired by Intel in 2010 for $7.68 billion. Now he’s holed up in a bungalow on his island estate, about 15 miles off the coast of mainland Belize. The shades are drawn so I can see only a sliver of the white sand beach and turquoise water outside. The table is piled with boxes of ammunition, fake IDs bearing his photo, Frontiersman bear deterrent, and a single blue baby pacifier.
The guard heard the trucks first. Then boots hitting the ground and the gate rattling as the lock was snapped with bolt cutters. He stood up and looked outside. Dozens of men in green camouflage were streaming into the compound. Many were members of Belize’s Gang Suppression Unit, an elite force trained in part by the FBI and armed with Taurus MT-9 submachine guns. Formed in 2010, their mission was to dismantle criminal organizations.
Things had changed since his days as a high-flying software tycoon. By 2009 he had sold almost everything he owned—estates in Hawaii, Colorado, New Mexico, and Texas as well as his 10-passenger plane—and moved into the jungle. He announced that he was searching for natural antibiotics in the rain forest and constructed a mysterious laboratory on his property. Now his jungle stronghold was under attack. The commandos were converging on him. There were 31 of them; he was outgunned and outmanned.
McAfee walked back inside to the 17-year-old in his bed. She was sitting up, naked, her long frizzy hair falling around her shoulders and framing the stars tattooed on her chest. She was terrified.
As the GSU stormed up the stairs, he put on some shorts, laid down his gun, and walked out with his hands up. The commandos collided with McAfee at the top of the stairs, slammed him against the wall, and handcuffed him.
“You’re being detained on suspicion of producing methamphetamine,” one of the cops said.
~ Adonizio said yes on the spot, quit her research position in Boston, sold the house she had just bought, and moved to Belize. McAfee soon built a laboratory on his property and stocked it with tens of thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment ~
~ Then Novelo showed up at McAfee’s compound with a 16-year-old girl named Amy Emshwiller.
Emshwiller had a brassy toughness that belied her girlishness. In a matter-of-fact tone, she told McAfee that she had been abused as a child and said that her mother had forced her to sleep with dozens of men for money. “I don’t fall in love,” she told him. “That’s not my job.” She carried a gun, wore aviator sunglasses, and had on a low-cut shirt that framed her ample cleavage.
McAfee felt a swirl of emotions: lust, compassion, pity. “I am the male version of Amy,” he says. “I resonated with her story because I lived it.”
Emshwiller, however, felt nothing for him. “I know how to control men,” she says. “I told him my story because I wanted him to feel sorry for me, and it worked.” All Emshwiller saw was an easy mark. “A millionaire in freaking Belize, where people work all day just to make a dime?” she says. “Who wouldn’t want to rob him?”
McAfee soon realized that Emshwiller was dangerous and unstable, but that was part of her attractiveness. “She can pretend sanity better than any woman I have ever known,” he says. “And she can be alluring, she can be very beautiful, she can be butchlike. She’s a chameleon.” Within a month they were sleeping together, and McAfee started building a new bungalow on his property for her.
Visiting from Ambergris Caye, McAfee’s girlfriend, Jennifer Irwin, was flabbergasted. She asked him to tell the girl to leave, and when McAfee refused, Irwin left the country. McAfee hardly blames her. “What I basically did was can a solid 12-year relationship for a stark-raving madwoman,” he says. “But I honestly fell in love.”
One night Emshwiller decided to make her move. She slipped out of bed and pulled McAfee’s Smith & Wesson out of a holster hanging from an ancient Tibetan gong in his bedroom. Her plan, if it could be called that, was to kill him and make off with as much cash as she could scrounge up. She crept to the foot of the bed, aimed, and started to pull the trigger. But at the last moment she closed her eyes, and the bullet went wide, ripping through a pillow. “I guess I didn’t want to kill the bastard,” she admits.
SO…..JOHN MCAFEE FELL IN LOVE WITH A SEVERELY ABUSED SIXTEEN YEAR OLD AND HAD A LABORATORY ON HIS PROPERTY….
BOOM! HE IS GONE A LA’ EPSTEIN……
I’m guessing we will NEVER see him again…..BUT HIS INFORMATION HE IS PROVIDING….IS VALUABLE.
A flight FROM SPAIN THAT VERY DAY WAS CONFIRMED BY MONKEY WERX…..
Another arrest for PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP TO STOP “THIS ANCIENT SEX TRAFFICKING RING”
JOHN MCAFEE…JUST ANOTHER NASTY, EVIL, PIMP….
WAS IT AN ADRENOCHROME LABORATORY????
***P.S. TROOPS ARE IN WASHINGTON D.C. folks….PAY ATTENTION!